[Intro:]Okay, if you in a clubI advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floorAnywhere else will be uncivilizedIf you're in a car, pull overPut the hazards on and let the windows downThis is something the world needs to knowLet's go

[Verse 1:]Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till I'm put to restI heard tales a nigga sin to shells to cook my fleshNo jail, never stale homie look how freshI'm low key like them old G crooks out westAs far as poetry Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos DefRakim, Gucci, Rap, Kane, krsLike Common and kanye I could say I'm blessedPeace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron ArtestThis is??? Hunger, I'm obsessed with summerI'm for what runners is gunnin' them young boys will gun yaBut any nigga icey your own wifey will warn yaThere's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunnerI spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet underLegit, I'm just tryina shift G-Unit numbersEven rich niggaz slip for the slumberShit happens but believe I'm back blastin a number

[Chorus: x2]This is not a life that we in, this is hellThis is not a stoop that we on, it's a cellLife is not a gift in the hood, it's a chargeBecause I made it out, so that makes me a God

[Verse 2:]Yes my flows elite, I know the streetsI'm the cold? Cheeks? Of the East Coast I blow on beatsI create the aucoma state how I doze to sleepI keep dozing but never doze six feet deepI'm out for presidents to represent meSay what, I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave upIt's either you stay tough or you copin' to? Cage cuff?From cold player to cold savor to host favorWho's the most underrated, G Rap, az, and JadaAllah savior, bark but sharp as a razorWith street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth VaderHearts behavior, puffin a Garcia VegaThe god see the haters be the larceny is greaterPardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeatsSome have somebody somewhere don't want me to eatI'm war with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps

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[Verse 3:]And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kittedToo many peoples in the? Pee? Now so duck or visitShow it off when I freestyle, who fuckin' with itA final song for song as long as the hustlers get itAs long the jewels on all is custom fittedDiamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digitsEnough is enough with the trust I hush the criticsBuck for buck, yeah I'm buck while I must admit itThe dough done did it, I'm??? The flow is vividYou know me, low key homie, only expose the snippitSo prolific, so sincere, so giftedSo melodic, ya'll got it so twistedSip the??? E-40 the??? Had a few??? Brought it back to the sewersTrue this no duets, no collabs, no regretsYou??? Just here tryina cash some little checks